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MADONNA MARY. liV MRS. OLIPHANT, AUTHOR OF "THE LIFE OF EDWARD IRVING,' "AGNES," Etc. IN THREE VOLUMES. vol. in. C/7, ,T--\3 LONDON : HUEST AND BLACKETT, PUBLISHERS, SUCCESSOES TO HENEY COLBUEN, 13, GEEAT MARLBOROUGH STREET. 1867. The right of Translation it reserved. JIJTO. -/ J2<?iTt LONDON : SAYILL AND EDWAKDS, PRINTERS, CHANDOS STBEBT, COYEST GARDEN. wmmm CHAPTER I. IILFRID was so stunned by the in formation thus suddenly given him, that lie had but a confused con sciousness of the explanations which followed. He was aware that it was all made clear to him, and that he uttered the usual words of assent and conviction ; but in his mind he was too profoundly moved, too completely shaken and unsettled, to be aware of anything but the fact thus strangely communicated. It did not occur to him for a moment that it was not a fact. He saw no improbability, nothing unnatural in it. He was too young to think that anything was unlikely because it was extraordinary, or to doubt what was affirmed with so much confidence. But, in the meantime, the news was so startling, that it upset his mental balance, and made him in capable of understanding the details. Hugh was not the eldest son. It was he who was the VOL. III. B 2 Madonna Mary. eldest son. This at the moment was all that his mind was capable of taking in. He stayed by Percival as long as he remained, and had the air of devouring everything the other said ; and he went with him to the railway station when he went away. Percival, for his part, having once made the plunge, showed no disinclination to explain everything, but for his. own credit told his story most fully, and with many particulars undreamt of when the incident took place. But he might have spared his pains so far as Will was concerned. He was aware of the one great fact stated to him to begin with, but of nothing more. The last words which Percival said as he took leave of his young companion at the railway were, however, caught by Wilfrid's half-stupefied ears. They were these : " I will stay in Carlisle for some days. You can hear where I am from Askell, and perhaps we may be of use to each other.'" This, beyond the startling and extra ordinary piece of news which had shaken him like a sudden earthquake, was all Percival had said, so far as Will was aware. " That fellow is no more the eldest son than I am — the property is yours ;" and " I will stay in Carlisle for some days — perhaps we may be of use to each other/' The one expression caught on to the other in his Madonna Mary. 3- mind, which was utterly confused and stunned for the first time in his life. He turned them over and over as he walked home alone, or rather,. they turned over and over in his memory, as if possessed of a distinct life; and so it happened that he had got home again and opened the gate and stumbled into the garden before he knew what the terrific change was which had come over everything, or had time to realize his own sensations. It was such a moment as is very sweet in a cottage-garden. They had all been watering the flowers in the moment of relief after Percival's departure, and the fragrance of the grateful soil was mounting up among the other perfumes of the hour. Hugh and Nelly were still sprinkling a last shower upon the roses, and in the distance in the field upon which the garden opened were to be seen two figures wandering slowly over the grass, — Winnie, whom Aunt Agatha had coaxed out to breathe the fresh air after her self-imprisonment, and Miss Seton her self, with a shawl over her head. And the twi light was growing insensibly dimmer and dimmer, and the dew falling, and the young moon sailing aloft. When Mary came across the lawn, her long dress sweeping with a soft rustle over the grass, a sudden horror seized Wilfrid. It took him all his force of mind and will to keep his b2 4 Madonna Mary. face to her and await her coming. His face was not the treacherous kind of face which betrays everything; but still there was in it a look of pre-occupation which Mary could not fail to see. " Is he gone ?" she said, as she came up. " You are sure he is gone, Will ? It was kind of you to be civil to him ; but I am almost afraid you were interested in him too." " Would it be wrong to be interested in him ?" said Will. " I don't like him," said Mary, simply ; and then she added, after a pause, " I have no confi dence in him. I should be sorry to see any of my boys attracted by the society of such a man." And it was at this moment that his new knowledge rushed upon Wilfrid's mind and embittered it ; any of her boys, of whom he was the youngest and least important ; and yet she must know what his real position was, and that he ought to be the chief of all. "I don't care a straw for him," said Will, hastily ; " but he knows a great many things, and I was interested in his talk." " What was he saying to you ?" said Mrs. Ochterlony. He looked into her face, and he saw that there was uneasiness in it, just as she, looking at him, saw signs of a change which he was himself un Madonna Mary. 5 aware of; and in his impetuosity he was very near saying it all out and betraying himself. But then his uncertainty of all the details stood him in good stead. " He was saying lots of things," said Will. " I am sure I can't tell you all that he was saying. If I were Hugh I would not let Nelly make a mess of herself with those roses. I am going in-doors." " A lovely evening like this is better than the best book in the world," said Mary. " Stay with me, and talk to me, Will. You see I am the only one who is left alone." "I don't care about lovely evenings," said Will ; " I think you should all come in. It is getting dreadful cold. And as for being alone, I don't see how that can be, when they are all there. Good night, mother. I think I shall go to bed." "Why should you go to bed so early?" said Mary; but he was already gone, and did not hear her. And as he went, he turned right round and looked at Hugh and Nelly, who were still together. When Mrs. Ochterlony remarked that look, she was at once troubled and comforted. She thought her boy was jealous of the way in which his brother engrossed the young visitor, and she was sorry, but yet knew that it was not 6 Madonna Mary. very serious — while, at the same time, it was a comfort to her to attribute his pre-occupation to anything but Percival's conversation. So she lingered about the lawn a little, and looked wist fully at the soft twilight country, and the wistful moon. She was the only one who was alone. The two young creatures were together, and they were happy ; and poor Winnie, though she was far from happy, was buoyed up by the absorbing passion and hostility which had to-day reached one of its climaxes, and had Aunt Agatha for her slave, ready to receive all the burning outburst of grievance and misery. This fiery passion which absorbed her whole being was almost as good as being happy, and gave her mind full occupation. But as for Mary, she was by herself, and all was twilight with her ; and the desertion of her boy gave her a little chill at her heart. So she, too, went in presently, and had the lamp lighted, and sat alone in the room, which was bright and yet dim — with a clear circle of light round the table, yet shadowy as all the corners are of a summer evening, when there is no fire to aid the lamp. But she did not find her son there. His dis content had gone further than to be content with .a book, as she had expected ; and he had really -disappeared for the night. " I can't have you take possession of Nelly Madonna Mary. 7 like this," she said to Hugh, when, after a long interval, they came in. " We all want a share of her. Poor Will has gone to bed quite discon tented. You must not keep her all to yourself." " Oh ! is he jealous ?" said Hugh, laughing ; and there was no more said about it ; for Will's jealousy in this respect was not a thing to alarm anybody much. But Will had not gone to bed. He was seated in his room at the table, leaning his head upon both his hands, and staring into the flame of his candle. He was trying to put what he had heard into some sort of shape. That Hugh, who was down-stairs so triumphant and successful, was, after all, a mere impostor; that it was he himself, whom nobody paid any particular at tention to, who was the real heir; that his in stinct had not deceived him, but from his birth he had been ill-used and oppressed : these thoughts went all circling through his mind as the moths circled round his light, taking now a larger, and now a shorter flight.